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This time, you really aren’t sure.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Myron sat on one side of the kitchen table. Emily sat on the other side. The only item on the table between them was a phone. It was small and black and a flip model. Myron knew the type. Some people called them “no-contract” or “prepaid” or “pay-as-you-go.” Others, like Myron, knew them as disposable or burner phones.
He had not touched it yet.
“Do you have a pair of latex gloves?” Myron asked Emily.
“You mean like surgeons wear?”
“Yes.”
“Does this look like a hospital?”
“How about to clean?”
“You mean like rubber gloves?”
“Yes.”
“I can look. Why do you need them?”
“Why do you think, Emily?” His voice had a little too much edge in it. He dialed it back and said, “I don’t want to leave or smudge fingerprints.”
“But I already touched it,” she said.
“Tell me about that.”
“Tell you what?”
“Where exactly did you find it?”
“Jeremy’s room. I told you that. It was taped to the bottom of the bed.”
“And you heard it vibrate?”
“Yes. But for all I know, it could have been there for months.”
Myron frowned. “And stayed charged?”
“It wasn’t like someone was using it. Can’t phone batteries last a long time if it’s never used?”
Myron saw no reason to get into it with Emily.
“Myron?”
He looked up at her. There were tears in Emily’s eyes.
“I’m really scared.”
He reached across the table and took her hand. “Step at a time, okay?”
She nodded.
“How did you get the phone out from under the bed?”
